🥀 ─ this torn-apart place can be our temporary garden, where you have nowhere else to run. ────────── ｗａｒｒｉｏｒｓ ｍａｆｉａ ────────── cover by @onlyryan

This story is bad 4 u. Go away. It is just a boring account of a boring boy's boring new relic, his boring new friend and boring adventure. Very boring. I swear. Well, You've scrolled this far. You really want to read it? Well ok, go on then. Help the boy through his adventure, journey to the unknown... (and don't mind the foul language.)

Here is an excessively detailed piece of work about the joys of writing. :) Well it's not exactly classified into poetry but there is a bit in it?

"In the darkest night, shines the brightest stars." -unknown . . Two siblings. Two worlds far, far apart. But they never imagined that the other would feel the same as they did. . One night, changed Aurora's life forever. One night, was all that it took to tear their lives into shreds. . . It's up to Aurora to reach out and connect to her brother. But can she? Or is it already too late? . . . . . [trigger warning- mentions of suicide, depression, mental illness, self harm and death] [this is an original story. all characters and plotline belong to me]

This is a compilation of poems (mostly long poems) and quotes (kinda) written by yours truly~ My works will have varying topics, some happy, mostly sad, and at times just plain random. Either way, I hope you find some time to read this, that would be much appreciated. *trigger warning, some poems may not be your cup of tea* ~Highest Ranking~ Contemplative -> #1 (08/11/2018) PoemCompilation -> #2 (11/25/2018)

Once upon a time, there lived a boy named Pekka. It sounds like the beginning of a fairytale, doesn't it? A story told to children to warm them during winter nights, a tale whispered while sitting by the embers of a dying fire, laughed at over steaming cups of hot chocolate. But fairytales have happy endings. And we all know how this story ends. He didn't start off bad. He was just another pigeon, just another farm boy, just another pocket waiting to be picked. He was a nobody. He came to Ketterdam as a young, healthy, successful man. He left as another victim of Kaz Brekker. This is the story of how Pekka Rollins became the Barrel boss that everyone grew to hate. We are all somebody's monster... [Highest Rankings: #1 in #leighbardugo, #2 in kanej]

Lian snuck out of the imperial palace and exposed the village healer to be a fraud and a devil-worshipper. Cursed by the spurned fire god, Huogwai, and disgraced and cast out by the royal family, Lian set out with her manservant Emiru to the kingdom of fire to rid her of the curse of uncontrollable flames for a chance to regain her claim to the throne. But being a fire disciple meant she was a practitioner of the forbidden arts. For those that hunt her kind, the game had just started.

Who knows how to think anymore? Or even what to think? With all the confusion around me, I decided to grab a pen and just let it run

'Is a knife evil? only if the welder is evil.' -unknown . . . . . . THEY NEVER REALIZED JUST H O W M U C H HARM THE D A G G E R O F L O V E WOULD B R I N G. . . . . . SHE LOVED HIM BUT HE KNEW HE COULDN'T LOVE HER BACK BUT HE STILL LOVED HER WITH ALL HIS HEART . . . . . . [regulus black×oc] [marauder's era] [trigger warning - self harm and abuse mentioned] [short story]